Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
My hands shook.
Inside:
Two tiny blue footprints.
A lock of dark hair sealed in a small packet.
Three photographs.
The first showed Melanie wrapped in a white blanket.
Eyes closed.
Tiny nose.
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